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Tired Boy

pairing: Wonbin x fem!reader

warning: reader has an unnamed brother, y/n hates her bf and can’t communicate, smut! Unprotected sex, pulling out, cum eating, reader almost gets blue balled, and brief mentions of food.

wc: 3.7k

a/n: i love sunday so much i have multiple song fics im drafting ahhhh this fic is a little different compared to my previous work, its a touch darker? but still enjoyable (i hope) :D

also added more words after proofreading ;3

song: Tired Boy - Sunday (1994)

The night was sticky; summer’s heat never left, not even in the dead of the night. You were upstairs, past the creaky, wooden staircase, where you were supposed to be sleeping. You tried to sleep but you blamed it on the humidity. Not the fact that your stupid boyfriend was downstairs playing music with his friends, including your annoyingly loud brother. Not that he always neglected you and would rather be with his band despite you being less than fifteen feet away.

You were sure it was the humidity.

The hot, smothering feeling of water surrounding you did make you feel more irritated than usual. Whether it was from work or home or friends, something got on your nerves.

The ac unit kicked on, bringing in a chilly draft into your room. The sudden rush of cool air chilled you, the stickiness in the air made the sudden draft stick to your skin, almost grossly. You could hear them, playing their guitars and attempts to hit the drum set they snuck in from the garage, and you tried drowning the sound out as you stood beneath the air vent, cooling yourself down enough to just pass out onto your bed. But it was hard.

Your thoughts were racing with plenty of things to get angry over. Your brother, your boyfriend, your insomnia only growing worse with their incessant noise.

You heard them laugh and clink bottles, dad’s beer your brother wasn’t allowed to touch. Something you always noticed when your brother’s band got together. Your dad was insistent on no one touching his beer, he’d have to drive out to another town to get a pack because your local convenience store stopped stocking them. But your brother was always defiant, wanting to drink free beer even when he had the money to buy some.

You felt a ball form in your throat. The air vent slowly turning off, now blowing cool air as opposed to the chilly air a second ago. You walked back to your bed, checking your phone to see if there was any text from Wonbin or your brother.

Going into your brothers contact, you sent two words before falling asleep: “Shut up.”

Waking up, the air was sticky and hot. Your body felt sweaty and overheated. You threw your blanket off, a sad name for the thin sheet you laid on top of you, and sat up. Your hand wiped the back of your neck, feeling the heat radiating off of your scalp and droplets of sweat collecting on your occipitals.

You grabbed at a small paper fan you had, quickly trying to dry the back of your head. Separating your hair to cool your scalp down before fanning your face. You got dressed before walking downstairs.

Your mom had already set the breakfast table.

“Good morning, y/n.” She said.

“Morning, mama.” You smiled.

“Did you hear your brother last night? Kept me up all night.” She huffed.

“I did, he kept me up for a while.” You gave your brother a look before grabbing some food.

“Well today we’re practicing at Anton’s.” He said.

“Good.” Your father said, “We can’t afford the lack of sleep.”

You and your mother ate in a peaceful silence, you almost relished the bad attention your brother got. When finished eating, you stood to collect the porcelain plates for your mother.

Shaking her head, “Your brother’s gonna help me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You smiled.

“What? Why?”

“Your a noise complaint, now come here.”

You walked away, jogging upstairs to grab your things for work. Your mother was against you working while going to school but your father was insistent on keeping up a work ethic. So while you were free for summer breaks, you took a part time job at your library. You would’ve worked somewhere more exciting but no visits the library during the summer and unlike a fast food joint or grocery store, they always kept the air conditioning on.

“I’m off for work.” You announced.

“Have fun, sweetie.” Your father said from the kitchen.

The local library was close, everything was close. You used to bike around town during your early teens but how you mostly walk. It’s nice, it clears the mind. You smelt like a fucking dog afterwards but it clears the mind.

After about three blocks, you arrive. The small building was nice, you think it used to be a church before they build the newer one but you can’t remember. It’s doesn’t quite look like a church but you don’t feel too sure on the answer.

Walking in, the building was almost empty. The librarians at their desk and a kid or two reading at the small tables. You set your bag down in the main office before messing with the old time clock, clocking in before you started stocking books. Not being a proper librarian or intern, your only job was to answer questions, usually directing people to the librarians, and stock books.

Your days passed on slow but you would take this over anything your friends have had to work. Here you have set hours and minimal work. Far better than when your friend almost got robbed working a convenience store.

But the long and slow days also let your mind ruminate. You thought about the summer classes you could have taken, letting you stay farther from home. You thought about how much your boyfriend pissed you off. You thought a lot about how you got with him.

Wonbin was the catch of your town, always having some flock of girls follow him and being a musician made them want him more. He was what they always wanted: the rockstar. He was also from nowhere, southern America, but that just made him a bit more attainable. He could still have that fantasy of being a nocturnal musician, writing music all night and living life in leisure.

You can’t tell if you were jealous of his dream or if you found it a touch pathetic. Maybe it was the way he insisted on living out this fantasy, making his way into the music scene. Maybe it pissed you off because you could’ve wanted that. Not that you wanted it, but you could have. Living life in a freedom only you could carve.

But here you are, hand writing the codes on the sleeves of books because the main librarian couldn’t find a technician to fix the scanner. Wheeling the squeaky cart back to the end of the bookcase, you turned to your coworker, which also happened to be your mother’s friend at church.

“Is it stuffy in here?” You asked.

“Yeah, I called Larry but he’s at Handy Andy’s, he’ll be here later to fix the AC.”

You nodded. Yeah, you’re sure it’s the humidity ruining your mood.

When your shift was over, you saw Wonbin’s truck pull around. You could definitely smell it even before seeing him, the truck pulled around, squeaking and letting out that stink from his exhaust pipe. Some people can never let go of old cars.

“Y/n! Let me drive you home.”

You hesitated, staring at him with a blank expression.

“Sure.”

You walked over and hopped in, before you could buckle your seatbelt Wonbin was already moving.

“We have a gig this weekend.” He smiled.

“You do?” You asked, staring off at the road.

“Yeah, well maybe not a gig but we’re playing some songs. You’re coming, right?”

“Totally.” You weren’t sure if you were being honest or not, but whatever made him happy.

“Sweet.”

Wonbin drove you home, holding onto your wrist as you turned to open the door. Oh yeah, you turned towards him and kissed him. One of those things he liked.

“I’m gonna hang with the guys tonight, did you wanna join?”

“Maybe next time, I’m a little tired from work.”

Totally not from him keeping you up most of the night.

He furrowed his brows lightly before letting go, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled.

“Bye.” You smiled, you tried to smile, at least.

You hopped out and started walking over to your house, attempting to race the exhaust fumes from his truck. You opened your screen door before grabbing your keys. You tested the door to see if it was open and felt the cool air seep out.

“You’re home a little late.” Your father said.

“Library had new shipments.” You said, sitting beside him.

“Didn’t know they did a lot of labor, thought they just walked around.”

“Thought so, too. Lot’s of unpacking boxes.”

You sat together until your mother called you for dinner. Your ankled had an ache, you hated wearing those comfortable shoes so converse were your best bet. The laces and fabric often dug into your skin, making your shifts feel like hell.

You waited five minutes for your brother before saying grace and beginning to eat. After everyone had finished, your brother walked through the door.

“Where have you been?” Your father asked.

“Working extra hours.”

“Sure.” Your mother muttered.

You excused yourself from the table, going upstairs to wash the build up of sweat sticking to you. You walked into the bathroom before starting the water, grabbing a towel before removing your clothes. Standing under the water, it felt hot. You kept turning it colder as it barely felt any bit cool. After washing you walked the short distance to your room. Feeling the air conditioning run, you cooled off under the air vent. Your skin feeling cool and lightly numb.

When the weekend rolled around, you heard a light knock on the door. Your mother answered the door, seeing Wonbin there to pick you up for his concert thing. Your mother insisted he stay for breakfast. Wonbin always found it difficult to refuse her, even when he was nearly sick from eating.

Sat at the table, Wonbin sat beside you as you all drank coffee and ate.

“You’re a musician?” Your father asked.

“Yes, I’m still in school but it’s a hobby.” Wonbin smiled.

“How nice. You should play at church.” Your mother chimed.

Wonbin smiled, nodding his head.

“And how punctual, our son is still sleeping in bed. You’re a good influence on him, if only he could be influenced.” Your mother praised.

“Thank you, mrs. ___.”

As you all finished eating, Wonbin was quick to help your mother with the dishes. Grabbing the plates for her and carrying them towards your skin.

“Don’t let me keep you, you and y/n should go to your concert.”

Wonbin walked to you his truck, the air felt unusually thin. Not as sticky as it would be in the afternoon sun.

“I feel like I should say sorry about that.” You said.

“It’s fine, your folks are nice.”

Wonbin mentioned his gig, or whatever it was, started far later. He always liked hanging at his place before setting up equipment for playing. You never quite understood that habit, you’d usually go through one sound check before performing.

When you arrived at his place, it barely turned noon. His band members were waking up, if they were the early risers.

You walked into his house, always greeted with the mess in his living room. Food wrappers, beer cans, anything you could think of was probably embedded in the carpet. You always made sure to wear dark colors when coming over, today was no exception. You held your sundress closer to your legs, not wanting something to cling onto the fabric.

Walking to his room, Wonbin said he had something to show you. Going in, you were sure it was to lead to sex but maybe there was something here.

“I’ve been drafting an album cover.”

“Really? Can I see?”

Wonbin smiled, hurrying to find his sketches and designs to show you.

“Ooh, I like it.”

“Really?”

You nodded your head, eyes glued to his sketches. He lead you to his on his bed.

His drafts weren’t bad, they had an authentic, juvenile look to it. Similar to his band, you guess. You were mostly feigning interest but it wasn’t too bad. He let you flip through the sketches in the book as his arm wrapped around your waist. Ah yes, the part where he’s trying to get his dick wet before a show. His head leaned into your shoulder as you continue looking at his book.

“Thank you.”

Your turn to him, “For what?”

“The guys weren’t that into the ideas.”

You cup his cheeks, pressing a kiss against his lips, “They’re losers.”

He chuckled, laying another kiss against your lips. His hands moving to hold your jaw, deepening the kiss. You relax against him, it’s not that bad, you guess.

His hand on your waist pulls you closer, you lick across his bottom lip as you move into his lap, setting his sketchbook onto the side of the bed. His hands rest on your waist before inching lower to your hips and thighs.

You can feel his dick harden below you, rocking your hips against him as you feel his hand sneak under your skirt. His rough fingers feel for your panties as he rubs your clit.

“Ah.” You sigh against him.

His hands move to his belt, undoing it and unbuttoning his jeans while your hands work to pull them down. As you free his dick, you grasp onto it, jerking him before he pulls your panties down one leg.

With your pussy exposed you align and sink down onto him. You sit for a moment before beginning to bounce on him.

“Y/n.” He groans.

You look down at him, his flushed cheeks and open mouth. Wonbin’s panting lightly, loving the way you move above him. If there’s one thing that got you off, it was this sight.

“Feels good?” You ask.

Wonbin nods his head as you continue bouncing, moving your thighs better to bounce higher on his dick. He moves your skirt to get a better sight of your pussy. He began leaning back, just enough to get a better view before pulling you closer to him.

Pulling you flushed to him, his hips began to raise, thrusting up into your pussy. Your hand moved down to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Bin.”

He pulled out to flip you onto your back, you hated when he did that. Thrusting back in, your legs folded, having him hit those deep spots in your core. His fingers moved down to rub your clit, missing it every few circles, but you guess it’s the thought that counts.

“Bin.”

You continue moaning, his thrusts pick up, moving lower to thrust deeper into you. Your breath got caught in your throat when you came around him. You weren’t expecting to actually cum, he wasn’t the best at that.

A few more thrusts and Wonbin pulled out, you sat up, taking him into your mouth and jerking him until he came. Hot, musky semen hitting your throat and coating your tastebuds. He drinks too much, you can taste the fermentation in his cum.

He tucked himself in before relaxing into the bed. You’re still trying to swallow his cum, grabbing at a water bottle, hopefully not full of vodka, to help swallow it. Your nose was flooded with the alcohol scent as you down the liquid. God damnit.

This is what you get, you suppose.

You crawl over to him as you pull your panties up, laying on his chest, you start relaxing on Wonbin. His hand rubs back while you catch your breath. You felt sweaty and gross, but at least you were able to get off, a rare perk.

After an hour or so, you hear the first of his band members come over. Anton was first, he was always the more punctual, his parents raising him more strict compared to his friends.

Wonbin was always fond of Anton. Wonbin played guitar while Anton played bass, they liked playing together, regardless of the song. You all sat in the living room as the rest of the band came over. This did take over the span of, like, five hours? You weren’t surprised when your brother was one of the last to arrive.

Before long, the boys began packing their equipment to haul to the venue. Venue was a nice word for the location. You were sure it was some basement concert or in an abandoned building, but it was in a half rotted building that was off of the edge of the woods.

An open atrium full of bugs and wildlife, some walls covered in mold while the woods were creeping into your vision. You’re in for a night.

After setting everything up it was almost nightfall and the crowd slowly started pouring in. They never got a lot of people to watch them play but they got decent numbers. You sat by the stage, phone in hand as you waited for them to play and get this over with.

As they began, the crowd was a good size, almost growing along the back. You looked around, seeing everyone drink cheap cans of beer and wondered how they found this entertaining. They didn’t play bad, maybe you’d just heard it every other night and grew to irritated by it when you wanted to sleep. Or maybe they weren’t good.

The more they played, the more the crowd moved around and the hotter the area got. God, why did your mood have to spike when it was humid?

When they finish playing, you notice this must be Wonbin’s fifth beer of the night, drinking plenty during their set. He walked up to you, laying a wet kiss on your cheek, you tried to not grimace as hard.

“We’re gonna hang longer, is that cool.”

“Yeah.” You smile, he’s too drunk to see how that smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you around with his as he waved and talked to people. They were all too drunk to notice your sober nature.

A lot of them were drinking from a suspicious keg or straight from half gallons of cheap vodka. Is this how people really spend their weekends?

After some time you two separate, telling him you needed to do something as he waved you off. Walking around and being on your phone, you spot Wonbin again. He’s stumbling around, despite his bad condition you just gaze at him. You feel more like a mother than a girlfriend sometimes, hearing the monologue of some lecture you want to give him.

You go up to him, “Wanna go home?”

His cheeks are flushed, a half smirk on his lips as he stumbles into your arms, “Not yet.”

“You’re gonna go to the truck, okay?”

Wonbin began giggling, letting you lead him to his truck. Helping him into the passenger seat, he falls against the seat as you buckle him in.

You walk up to your brother, just as drunk, “You’re getting the instruments?”

“What instruments?” He slurs.

You take a deep breath, feeling your shoulders tense and aching, before searching for Wonbin’s things. Finding his guitar and jacket somewhere, you lug them to his truck before returning for his mix board. You were able to move through the crows unnoticed, kind of weird. What if someone wanted to steal stuff?

Returning to his truck, you sit in the driver’s seat, you feel throughout his jacket for his keys. Finding them, you start his car and drive to Wonbin’s house. Being past midnight, you were able to drive slowly for him. You were grateful he didn’t drink enough to get sick, just a buzz.

Arriving home, Wonbin was sober enough to walk on his own, stumbling only every few feet. You took his stuff in before helping him to his bed. Wonbin liked turning his ac off when he went out all day. Ugh. You sat him down on his bed, clearing the crumbs off before helping him undress and lay down.

“Y/n.”

You moved closer to him.

“Thank you.”

He pulled you into him. Fuck no. You laid down beside him, his hands moving throughout your body as you were waiting to go home.

“Baby, can I see your boobs?”

He kissed your cheeks, occasionally able to lay on your lips, as you slipped your dress straps down. Pulling your dress down, your boobs popped out from the fabric. His eyes lit up, beginning to knead at your boobs. You shifted closer, letting him latch onto your breasts.

He moaned against your skin, sucking and licking across your breasts. His right hand moving down to palm himself.

“Mmm, ride me.”

Again?

Wonbin undid his pants as you slipped your panties to the side, at least he made you slightly wet. You moved into his lap, sinking down onto him, his hips bucked upwards into you. Your fingers were quick to rub your clit, he never lasts when drunk.

You felt uncomfortable, your torso was being held up by one of your arms as he sucked onto your boobs, your free hand was rubbing your clit while you were trying to comfortably ride him.

Finally feeling some pleasure, your thighs burned as your hips were crashing against his. You finally felt that knot form, beginning to slowly undo as Wonbin groaned.

“Fuck.”

You were panting before he fell against his pillow.

“What’s wrong?”

“I lost it.”

“I can-”

“Don’t worry.” He laid there, defeated.

His dick went soft and now you don’t get to cum? Fuck.

“You can still suck on my-”

“Can I?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

You slid off of him and moved onto your side, letting him lean over and suck on your boobs.

Your fingers were still on your clit, rubbing yourself as Wonbin continues licking and swirling his tongue around your nipples. He held onto your ribs, thumbs pushing them up to better suck. You had to hold in your sighs as he grazed his teeth against your nipple. As Wonbin rested his face into them you finally came, your hand having a light grip on his hair as you were breathing heavily.

“Did you wanna spend the night?” He asks, cheek squished against your breast.

“I can. It’s late.” You pulled your panties back.

You covered your breasts before laying beside Wonbin. You were doing your best to lay beside him without thinking of how hot his bed felt.

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